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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Can,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.