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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.