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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.