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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.