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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.