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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.