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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.