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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 the Slits to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.