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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Visage,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.