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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.