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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.