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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.