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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.