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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.