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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.