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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.