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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.