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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.