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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Can,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.