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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.