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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.