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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.