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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.