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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.