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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.