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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.