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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.