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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gong,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Pole,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.