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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.