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 Morocco and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.