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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.