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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
UT,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.