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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.