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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
JFA,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.