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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.