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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.