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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.