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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Fall,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.