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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.