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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.