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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.