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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Evens,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.