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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.