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 North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.