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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Fear,
Visage,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.