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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.