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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Move,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.