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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.