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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.