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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.