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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Scion,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.