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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.