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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.