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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.