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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Can,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.