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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.