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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.