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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Brick,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.