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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.