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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.