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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.