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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.