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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Swans,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
UT,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.