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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.