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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Television,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.