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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Visage,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
UT,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.