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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.