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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.