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-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.