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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Wings,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.