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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.