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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.