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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.