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 New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Urselle,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.