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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
ABBA,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.