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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.