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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Pole,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.