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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.