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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Organ,
Jandek,
DNA,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.