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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.