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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.