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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.