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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.