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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.