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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.