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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.