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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Franke,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.