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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.