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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.