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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.