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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.