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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.