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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.