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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
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.