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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.