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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.