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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.