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 Sudan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.