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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.