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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.