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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Rakim,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.