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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.