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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.