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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.