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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Index,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.