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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.