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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.