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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.