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 Andorra and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.