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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.