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 Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.