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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
UT,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.