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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 New Order 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.