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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.