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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Gong,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.