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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Inner City,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.