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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
MC5,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.