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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.