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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.