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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
UT,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.