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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.