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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.