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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ossler,
MC5,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.