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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.