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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Standells,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.