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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.