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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Smog,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.