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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Can,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.