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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.