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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.