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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.