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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.