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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Index,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.