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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.