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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.