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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.