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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Doors,
Can,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.