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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.