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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.