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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
the Association,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.