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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.