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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.