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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.