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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.