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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.