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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.