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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.