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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.