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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Slave,
The Move,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.