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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.