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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.