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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.