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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.