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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.