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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.