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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.