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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.