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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.