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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.