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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.