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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.