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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
UT,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.