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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.