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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.