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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.