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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Television,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.