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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.