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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Unwound,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.