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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.