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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.