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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.