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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.