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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.