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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.