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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
CMW,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.