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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.