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 Austria 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.