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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.