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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.