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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.