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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.