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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.