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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.