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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.