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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.