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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.