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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.