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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.