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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.