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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.