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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.