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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Slave,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.