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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.