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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.