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 Congo and from London.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.