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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.