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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.