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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.