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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Index,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.