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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.