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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
UT,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.