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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.