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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.