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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Darondo,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.