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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.