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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.