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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
The Index,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.