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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.