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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.