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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.