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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.