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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.