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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.