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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Crime,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.