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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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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.