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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.