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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.