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 London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Magma,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.