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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.