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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Swans,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Index,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.