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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.