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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.