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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Fear,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.