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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.