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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
CMW,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.