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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.