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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Faust,
June Days,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.