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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Smog,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.