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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.