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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.