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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.