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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.