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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.