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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.