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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.