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 Spain and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.