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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.