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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.