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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
June Days,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.