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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.