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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.