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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.