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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.