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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Aswad,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.