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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.