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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.