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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.