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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.