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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.