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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Smog,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.