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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.