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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Litter 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.