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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Nico,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Organ,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.