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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.