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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.