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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Faust,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.