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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.