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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.