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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.