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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.