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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.