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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.