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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
X-101,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.