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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.