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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.