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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.