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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.