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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Wire,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.