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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Darondo,
The Doors,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.