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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.