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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.