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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.