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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.