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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.