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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.