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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.