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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Wings,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.