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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.