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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
the Germs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.