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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.