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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.