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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.