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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.