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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
June Days,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.