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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Selecter to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.