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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Residents,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.