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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.