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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.