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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.