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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.