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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.