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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.