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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
EPMD,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.