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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
John Holt,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.