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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.