Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.