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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.