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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.