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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.