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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.