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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.