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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visage 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.