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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Television,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.