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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Television,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.