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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.