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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.