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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.