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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.