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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.