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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.