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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.