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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.