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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.