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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.