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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.