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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.