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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.