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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.