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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.