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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Nico to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.