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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.