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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Can,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.