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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.