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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.