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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.