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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.