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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Can,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.