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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.