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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.