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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Television,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.