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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.