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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Pole,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.