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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Index,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.