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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.