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 Uzbekistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.