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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.