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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
MDC,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.