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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.