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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.