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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.