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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.