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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.