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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.