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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.