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 United States and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.