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 Israel 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.