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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.