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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Scientists,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.