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 Australia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.