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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Index,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.