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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Television,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.