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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.