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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.