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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.