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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Index,
Organ,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.