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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.