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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.