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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.