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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.