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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.