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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.