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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smiths to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.