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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.