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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Faust,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.