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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.