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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.