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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Television,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.