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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.