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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.