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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.