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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.