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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
10cc,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.