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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.