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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.