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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Cameo,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.