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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.