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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.