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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.