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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones 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?
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.