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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.