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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.