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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.