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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.