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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.