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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.