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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.