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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.