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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.