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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.