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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.