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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.