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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.