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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.