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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.