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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Technova,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.