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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.