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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.