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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.