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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.