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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.