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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.