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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
UT,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.