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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.