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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.