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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.