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 Syria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Can,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.