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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.