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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.