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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Scion,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.