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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.