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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.