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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Rakim,
X-101,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.