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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.