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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.