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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.