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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
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.