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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.