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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.