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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.