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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.