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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.