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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.