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 Spain 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.