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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.