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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.