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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.