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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.