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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
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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.