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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.