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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.