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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Magma,
Television,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.