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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.