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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
UT,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.