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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Pole,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.