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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.