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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.