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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.