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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.