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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.