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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.