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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.