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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Franke,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.