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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.