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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.