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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Pagans,
Index,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.