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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.