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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.