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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.