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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
June Days,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.