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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.