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 Austria and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.