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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
X-101,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.