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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.