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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.