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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.