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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
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Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.