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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.