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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.