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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.