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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.