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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.