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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.