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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.