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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
June Days,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.