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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.