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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.