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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.