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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.