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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.