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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Rekid,
June Days,
CMW,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.