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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.