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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.