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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.