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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.