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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.