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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.