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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Busters,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.