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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.