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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Scientists,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.