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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.