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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.