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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.