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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.