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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Visage,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.