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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.