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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Brick,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.