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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.