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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.