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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Faust,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.