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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.