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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
This Heat,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.