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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Television,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.