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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.