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 Antigua and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.