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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.