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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.