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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.