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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.