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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.