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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.