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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.