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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.