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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.