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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.