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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
X-102,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.