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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.