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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.