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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.