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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.