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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.