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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.