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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Can,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.